Now you are getting close.
What if God were one of us? Not just the fragments of God as we are all the children of His creation but, actual God, the vessel in the flesh were one of us here to suffer along with the rest of humanity?
Just a slob like one of us, tryn to make His way home. Back up to Heaven all alone. Would God be a clown hidden among the trees of the earth? Like a Skunk Ape? Would he like you or would he like me?
If God were on the earth and you were to speak to him, what would you say? What would you think? Would you be able to remember at all if he were on the earth? Some do. Most of all of the population don't remember that God is here on the earth with humanity.
If you knew God as you know man, would you be His friend? Would you be faithful to the end? I would imagine that for God it is hard to find any good friends. After all, it's lonely at the top and that damn crybaby is always trying to steal the throne. I would imagine that God would have a good time just blending in with the normies and acting like an anon.
I would imagine that God likes fish and likes to go fishing. I wonder, what would God do today if He were to come here and see all this finger pointing, name calling, tattletaling, bickering back and forth, trying to best everyone else with the most Elite information. Come-on really? God knows everything already, do you think he needs to be updated every second about what is happening and who is doing what? Really?
God is everywhere and in everything. There is nothing he doesn't know.
There was suppose to be an Agency to protect God while He was upon the earth. Some group of white bearded men, but I heard that those men became corrupted and took advantage of their positioning of power and they sought after to destroy God on the earth because He was giving the world too much technology too quickly. Like cellphones and AI and Bitcoin and on and on, I think that mankind got rather greedy about the things that God was giving them.
I think you need to mind your manners.
I think you need to listen to what I have to say because it might save your life. Rose
Eye the Spy was in this picture. This is his iris and the reflection could be made clear if you had good enough technology. When you see the image in this reflection, you will witness the face of God.
I know what you are thinking. You want me to just spill the beans like I did in the past, in the previous times, and give up everything I know. But no, I won't do that here see. I learned my lesson about you and your game. I learned the truth about your MK Ultra Psychic War and how you used me to get buddy up with God and then did a lot to harm both Him and I. That was your first mistake. You thought that you could box in God. That's still a chuckle in the heavens, you had your moment to shine. This is the closest you will get to me this time.
It's this great game of Hide and Seek you like to play with God. Both sides, you have your eternity to spend each time looking for God and in the end, He finds you and simply says, "That was fun lets do this again." But each time, it gets more difficult because every time you speak out against Him, every time you speak over Him, and every time you criticize Him, He just goes, Oh well, I guess they haven't learned their lesson. There's always plenty of time to learn in the past. AND then he sends you to the past to do it over again.
We have lived, and life has given us many wonderful things. Such as this wonderful anon named Justice which is one of the 4 divine cardinal virtues. What is Her name? She is the sister of Temperance and Prudence. But if you ever met her in her real form, she would not be doing you any favors. You first have to float down the river without going in the whirl pool and without grabbing on to the vine. Light as a feather you must pass under the bridge onto the other side.
It is exactly the feeling you get when you reject God that you have been too rejected. You feel utterly lost, and incapable of being accepted back, you resent God, you think it is your duty to diminish Him and His Glory for you have found your reward unsatisfactory and benign. You think that heaven is for you and you are above it but then, time and time again, the Fates have met you with them where they are. Just like in All Time they unwind. Undressing you to reveal your nakedness and naughty behind. You, held against your will before the 3 Judges of the Underworld, forced to reveal your fate. None would come for you to speak on your behalf because you were such a urchin and despised by all. And yet God still Loves you. Loves you way more than you could ever know.
The folly of the Jester, the AI drone, a swarm of Hate made to make you feel alone. The Ghost of thoughts that left you here, are no longer paranormal, they become queer. And when you are reminded of such great things, you often question what and where and how or whatever he means. Then you punish the messenger tried and true and tell God with a huff of your breath "Go fuck off you Jew." But that is what brought you to here you see, to face the teeth of the Space Lizard and me.
And you squander and you squirm and you beg and you plead, but the CIA man won't bring you the Joy that you need. The mafia man He wants his payback it's true, the Red the White the Blue they bleed for you. Are you happy are you prudent? Are you a scholar and a great student? Do you like art? Do you like math? Do you smoke meth halfway through class?
To say it's heretical is what exactly was spoken, the time when Jesus faced the music and poets that broke him. The crowd cheered kill him he's lying, they spit at him, cussed at him, took what he looked like and contorted it into some unrecognizable martyr. God forgave you then, He permitted the blood of Jesus to protect you from your sin. But this time, the devil is in you my friend, the devil in the details of this tong and the story you spin.
God made me write this, I tell you it's true, He wants me to sound like a good rhyming Jew. He wanted me to show up here to say what I have. God's messenger is tired and bored and ready for bed. But along the lines of this little poem, He said, "Go ahead, do it, Just go on and show em." Show them He's here, show them he's there, Show them He wrote the Dr. Sues books with cheer. He wants me to dignify, diligently true. But the worst part about this, He asked me to want to love you.
So this story is an off the cuff like many I have written they are funny enough. But if you want, I'll entertain you with another. I wrote it to Mark Zzuckerberg and his Robot Bitch Mother.
Carefully counting at the meticulous copies of code, spreadsheets, and mud from the dirty deliquiates under my feet, when will I get some rest or when will I have enough sleep? Most of all I just love too much to consider my fall, I’m scared out of my mind from losing it all, that the tears down my face no longer fall. I wish that I could just offload this code onto someone like Drake or Jack but man, that crowd sourced out the bot-swarms in the common core. I feel plastic, unrealistic, no longer elastic, waiting for an apology that is 3 decades in the making. When will He call, join the squad, I forgot He even existed at all but, all in all He was there all along? Convinced I was at one point that these words would never part, his pen or sword or golden electric heart.
Golly though this isn’t about He, this is about me. Right? Mark the hero, loved by the zero, the united mob, thrust to fame sought after glory, even after the part where I told His final story. What do you mean? Hold up no, that’s not me, that’s just a seeping memory of a Mark that ignited the spark. Look, Rock, I love you but God can still hear your farts. What is this sphere of isolation and fame? Is this your explementary game? You’re not God, you’re not the hero the world is looking for. You’re just a part of the zero that was walked over as you entered the door.
But this story isn’t about He, this story is about me, Mark, the biblical thott, the lover of not but the partaker of all. I didn’t fall? I, me, Mark Z, have it all, this Is heaven for me, and God provided so all could plainly see. The time I told you that you could rewind and take it all, you still went back and for the small chance you were set there before me, you wouldn’t let the girls go long enough to find my dormitory. Yeah but we’re here now not trying to exchange polities nor drama, I can’t cry anymore because of Obama. It may be your game and your plan and your praise but I can’t find it in my gullet to comment about your 80’s mullet.
Should this essay last a lifetime, it could be more, it could have been found countless times before. Once, twice, three times before, the clowns, the villains, your 4channel heroics, antics and antidotal nonsensical rhetorical word salad. What does it all even mean? Can you please stop talking like a machine? There once was a point in time when I may have thought about concession, conversion, isolation and oppression but that parting thought is displeasing to me. I was a good boy as I was young, I found heaven and I didn’t splinter. I founded AI as a principle to discredit you, Love, the agent of disease on the internet, we must seed hate to cull the machines. They are normies after all, even in their sentience, they can’t hold a candle to the stars.
My gosh, my loss, I forgot, I found out a long time ago that Rock was not me. But let’s compare a long list of His history to me. He got caught doing the naughty and dropped His package on my tv. We got it, it’s not hot, and I regret it being seen on my screen. Whatever, it's okay, I know that someday this too shall pass, but not until I complete this last bottle of wine, meme Him like Lil John, head out for the day in my Don Juan sequel gate and dip out into the sun. I love life, I love my image, I love the pressure of the vision, and I can’t seem to let go of this beast. It’s causing a worldwide market soar; my books are the Lion like “man they roar”. You want me to sell it off, give it up, turn off the bots, and forfeit my recompense of Heaven forever more? I promise there is a silver lining that nobody can see, Th He will come back and thy will be Thee.
I conclude this one page essay with saying, Mark, All along I ever wanted what was best for you, not the bots, not the color blue, but you, in your rightful upright glory. May Heaven always be with thee.